Tooling around Montreal, for Leonard Cohen's sake.

 It was a day spent paying tribute to Leonard Cohen, the gravely-voiced singer who was born in Montreal, and then died 80 years later in Montreal.  He is Penny's idol- an icon from her formative years. I will admit, he is a sublime poet.  

First, we drove around looking for the murals of Leonard Cohen. For the second one, I had to pull to the side of downtown Montreal on rush hour, and put my flashers on to wait, while Penny ran down the street to the end of the block to take photos.  

We also went to his graveside. A man we did not know stopped us about 20 minutes earlier and asked us if we needed help with something. Penny asked where the Shaar Hashomayim Cemetary was.  The man not only told us where the cemetery  was, but he told us the Jewish traditions and rituals around visiting a grave.  

So we looked for rocks on the way to the cemetery, and asked the man mowing the grass where his grave was, once we got there.  

Third row, fifth grave to the right.  We gently put our stones on the left side of the top of his tombstone, with our left hands.  We had a moment. This was very important to Penny. She had a long moment.  We took pictures and turned around to leave.  

We had French creps for lunch, and drove around looking for murals amongst all the graffiti. 

 

Our Lady of the Harbor church, which is in Cohen's Suzzane song. In Montreal.  This city didn't do much for me, quite frankly.